Sandy was tired, she had a good life, her kids were grown and out on their own. She worked only because she wanted to, she was financially secure as her husband had provided her, Bill had been taken from her by a fatal automobile accident. Sandy was finally over grieving the loss of her husband, she was getting on with her life. She enjoyed working out at...
Chris's eyelids felt heavy as he tried to open them. The same could be said of limbs. The world around him seemed to be fading away. His senses dulled but he could still make out murmurs of a conversation that was going on in the room. "Get her in the chair and into the van quickly. The effects of the serum only last a few hours. We need to get her under se...
"I am sorry, I just can't take you with me," my boss of some twelve years said to me, as she blathered on about how she would try to find a good spot for me before she left. I had broken bread with her, secretly lusted for her, been her friend, and the work I did for her ultimately cost me my marriage, and now she was just parachuting out without so much as...
It wasn't what she said; it was the way she said it that got him to do everything she commanded. It wasn't that he couldn't overpower her...after all, he was a man of six feet, and she was a woman half a foot shorter and 100 pounds lighter. It was like a teenaged son having a confrontation with his mother. He could overpower her, but he wouldn't because,...
Author's Note All Characters in this story are above the age of 18. When in Rome, Be Friendly ***** Leonid Kosomov, aka "Leo", sat at his desk in the back room of the run down, empty laundromat that he used as both a cover for his illegal business interests and an escape from the annoyances of life in small town America. The room was large and contained...
A few months ago my wife Laura and I were invited to a house party at my buddy, Barry's place. That wasn't new; we usually partied at their house a handful of times a year. As we walked in, fashionably late, of course, there was the usual list of suspects. I went to high school with Barry, and even many years later there were still a bunch of us that hung ou...
My name is Bill Jackson. I am a 42 year old manager in a construction firm in Los Angeles. I had met my wife, Ellen, 12 years ago when she was 21 and worked as a file clerk outside my office. What had caught my eye were the tight jeans she wore that hugged her shapely ass. She also had a nice set of tits. Nothing fantastic but I had guessed they were 34 C'...
It has been an almost exclusively positive experience writing for Literotica so far. I'm so glad I finally starting writing my own stories after years of only reading and anonymously commenting. I've had more feedback than I expected, and as such I've started to notice some trends in some of the questions and comments I get. Along with compliments and const...
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking" ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) ( o ) I suspect every neighborhood has one. You know, the woman who looks down her nose at all the neighbors. She has few friends and keeps to herself but makes no bones of the fact that she sees all her neighbors...
Monday morning I was awakened early by Miss Annie releasing the air from my plug and swiftly pulling it from my bottom. I cried out from being so crudely awakened from my slumber and that got me a quick but hard smack on my already bruised bottom. "Good morning Brenda, time to shower and get ready for a big day", she informed me. "Thank you Mistress" I answ...